If your podcasting feed was a small midwestern town, think about Some Nobodies as the Chili’s out by the highway entrance ramp. You know the one, it shares a parking lot with the chain hotel used by families driving cross-country for their obligatory family reunions. When our episodes come sizzling from the kitchen like a plate of fajitas, you can’t help but look down at your entree and feel a vague sense of disappointment.